Page 126 of A Gentleman's Wager

She half-heartedly batted at him, torn between a desire to protest his arrogance, and wanting him to lavish more attention on her.

“You’re insane. How could you think that I would want that?”

“Because your desire was writ into every bit of your body. If you were not aroused, then your cunny would not have gleamed so, or welcomed my fingers so readily. Plus, there is the fact that it’s deemed a vulgar sin, that it is so forbidden means it gains mythical appeal. In fact, I’ll wager you’re still wet now. Shall we find out?” He stepped forward and grasped her about the waist with one hand, while the other swiftly lifted her skirts. He stabbed two long fingers between the lips of her slit. “Tis precisely as I expected.”

“Get… off…”

“All these protests and you’re sopping. If you want a fuck, Bella, you need only say so.”

“I want nothing from you.” She drummed her fists against his chest, but she may as well have assaulted a wall, for he was immovable.

“Say it.”

She gritted her teeth.

He roughly squeezed her breast, which sent shocking bolt of arousal shooting down to her quim. “Say it, Bella.” He thrust her face down upon Lucerne’s oak desk, nose to the leather inlay. The potency of his cock branded her thigh, promising everything she might wish for if she’d simply surrender.

He freed himself from his breeches.

“I hate you,” she snarled.

“Good. Hate me and beg me, anyway. Say it now, Bella. Say it.”

He was already at her entry, and she did want it, even though she hated that she wanted it. “Fuck me,” she croaked, voice barely audible. It was still a surrender.

Vaughan thrust into her all at once to the root. It made them both cry out. His teeth caught upon the back of her neck. Bella pushed back eagerly to meet his thrust. Perhaps she was fool, but there was something about him, the way he filled her, the way he got under her skin. It made her hate him and want him in equal measure. She loved the weight of him, his fingers digging hard into her hips, the way he slammed into her felling all the objects on the desk. The way he made her quake and come, while simultaneously driving himself demented.

Then, inexplicably, he stilled and pulled out.

“Vaughan?” It felt as if something precious had been stolen from her.

“One moment. Now that I’m nicely slicked and shiny.” She smelled something in the air—almonds?

“No.” She intuited his intentions.

“Really? Are you going to pretend you don’t want it? And after you were pleading so beautifully mere seconds ago.”

“It’s—”

Her tight muscles yielded readily, allowing him to slide inside her bottom with minimum effort. Vaughan released a gleeful gasp against her neck. “You’re mine, little bird. You dared me to do this, do you recall? Well now you have my response in the form of my cock snug in your arsehole.” He rolled his hips, and his breathing became raspy. “And divine it is too. Ah… you feel so beautifully tight around me. Hot as a furnace…”

“You’re hurting me.” She wriggled, but that only succeeded in impaling her further. He sank deeper, pressing his weight along the length of her back.

“What’s a little pain when the reward’s so great?”

She thrust her elbow back at him, but it wasn’t enough to drive him off.

“Arch your hips a little.” That would only drive him deeper still, yet her body eagerly obeyed. Vaughan pushed his hand beneath her so that her mound filled his palm. “There now.” He slid his middle finger over her nub. “Better?”

The resulting fizzle through her pelvis, linking the two points of attack robbed her of words.

“I will take that as a yes.”

Yes, it was a yes, but she would die before telling him that.

He stopped rubbing.

Bella pushed herself down against his hand, trapping it between her body and the desk, but no matter how she jiggled this way and that, he refused to renew his stroking. His lips brushed the back of her neck again, raising the hairs and shivers.